NC-17

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Alec was lying down on his towel looking up at the stars when Max came to join him, clutching her clothes to her body.

She dressed hastily and Alec provided her the courtesy of closing his eyes while she did so. Once fully assembled Max threw her towel down beside Alec and situated herself on top of it.

"You can't see this in the city. The stars are so bright, and look how huge the moon is."

"Yeah," Alec agreed quietly.

"Do you ever think about the future, Alec?"

"Not really."

"Why not?" She asked, leaning on her side, propping herself on her elbow so she could look at him.

"I dunno, I guess because the future is so uncertain. All we really have is the here and now. If we make plans for the future, who's to say we'll ever get a chance to fulfil them."

"I guess. But don't you just want to dream, think about things that you want to happen?"

"All the time," he told her, now facing her, resting his head on his strong forearm. "The only thing for certain, the only thing I've ever known, is that I always want to know you. I couldn't imagine being alive and not having you in my life," Alec confessed tracing her jaw with his fingertips and finally letting his hand rest on the side of her face.

"I know what you mean," she whispered, sliding her hand near his. "Alec!?"

"Yeah Max?"

She couldn't say anything. She didn't know what she wanted to say to begin with and now with the way he was looking at her, she couldn't comprehend a single thought. She shivered involuntarily as he lightly stroked her cheek.

"You cold? We could go inside." He made motions to get up but she grabbed him and pulled him back down, inches from her lips.

"I think we're fine where we are." Her voice was raspy, seductive and before she had a chance to let reason into her brain, she crashed her lips against his. His mouth was hot and urgent over hers, almost instantly taking over the kiss. The fact that she had initiated it gave him that much more fever to reciprocate and bring her further down the path she had suggested. He waited for a sign that this was really what she wanted, that she knew what she was doing and when she arched towards him straining her perfect breasts against his chest, it was all the reassurance he needed. His hand found it's way up her back and laced itself inside the tiny tank top she wore. All the righteousness and glory of this single action flew out the window and he grazed the underside of her heaving chest. Her chest was tight and her nipples were erect and dominant as his thumb tapped it's way around her jutting orbs.

Her mouth was stealing his senses as his tongue found solace in her. She was beauty and grace even if she didn't know it. And...she didn't. She had the kind of beauty and sexuality that goes blissfully unaware by the possessor. She was music, as his fingers danced over her skin, she was a song that had no end and held him captive on the last lingering note. She was the light that brought him to shore when he would surely crash and fall into the icy depths without her guidance. She was his heart, that beat so fast and so furious when he touched her, he was afraid if he ever did stop, so would the rhythmic beating that kept him alive.

Her hands travelled up and down his arms, sending hot chills to shoot down his body and made his hips jump with excitement. He wore no shirt and for that she was grateful as she left his mouth and circled her tongue down his neck and throat, moving further still until she hit his massive chest. Her teeth scrapped his nipple and he let out a deep groan.

She smiled against him as she continued to lick and nip at his flesh all the while being swept away by his hands and velvety tongue. Swirling hot breath cascaded over her neck and breasts and she arched her back into his hands aggressively. There could be no helping the deep ache that was beginning to radiate and hum between her thighs. His mouth was against her swollen cleavage through the cotton of her shirt, and it felt wonderful. Her perky nipple was so alive against her clothing, he could barely pull himself away to take off the cloth. He grasped the material of her flimsy shirt and tugged it over her head. Now she was bared to him. Real, yet surreal. He kissed her softly and with compassion before his tongue wrapped around his destination and he suckled eagerly.

Her hands went to his hair, gripping tightly and holding him to her. He advanced towards her and gently eased her down on the soft ground. Overtop of her, he used his strong arms to prop himself up as he slid her pants down her lengthy thighs. He hovered taking a good look at her. The moonlight shimmered against her tan skin and reflected in her eyes. Her body glowed and took on an essence of divine brilliance. She was a goddess he wanted to serve for the rest of his life. He kissed his way down her stomach as her body twisted and writhed beneath him. His hands grazed the softness of her skin and Max watched with interest and fascination the emotions that passed his face. She was so keenly aware of his touch now, she wondered what she had ever done without it.

Meeting the curls of her womanly shape, he breathed her in, remembering her inviting essence. And as if to say 'remember me' he kissed his way further down until his lips met the moist heat of her thighs. It was drawing him in and the first flick of his tongue against her was met with a thrust of her hips. His tongue rocked and baited her until she was slipping so deep and so hard into the first orgasm, he barely had time to insert a finger into her depths. And she was riding the wave so strongly and his fingers so fast, his own pleasure almost overtook him as he watched her.

When he left her core, she whined at the loss of contact, until he covered her body with his once again and was kissing her so softly, she thought she had imagined the whole incident. The feel of his hard erection, just inches from her reassured her however that it had been real. Bucking at him, she let it be know where his destination should be. Centered between her thighs, he allowed her to take the tip of him inside her, but held off anything more. She squeezed her legs over him, bringing him a little closer but not much. And if he didn't know better, he would say she was pouting. The feel of him so close, so very close and so hard was making her insane as she clawed at his back and urged him to fill her.

He watched her eyes turn dangerously dark with her arousal and knew she wouldn't take his game much longer. Kissing her sticky temple and then gently sweeping some of her matted hair away, he looked deep into her eyes.

"Are you sure, Max? I mean, really sure? I don't want to do anything you'll regret."

"God, yes!" She told him, and it came out as a plea. It was the only confirmation he needed and he plunged into her hard and fast. It had been the most caring, tender thing she had ever had done to her while making love. Love? No she had never made love, until now.

Her hips bucked against him and she whimpered loudly, letting her tongue claim his neck. Her hands ran over his hard, rippling back muscles as he moved within her. Her legs wrapped around him, begging him to go deeper. She reached for his behind, and squeezed, making him lose his rhythm as he impaled her. His breathe quickened as he caught her ear lobe with his teeth, lightly biting down, but not hard enough to break the skin.

He could tell she was holding back and it ate at him, that she wasn't enjoying herself as much as he knew she could. He wanted her to let go and feel safe enough with him to do that.

"Maxx..." he hissed softly against her ear, "Max, you're so beautiful, don't be afraid." He kissed her cheek and looked into her teary eyes, still moving inside her. "Go higher!" he whispered.

She was afraid and Alec knew her so well. If she let go, let her body express all she was feeling wouldn't she be betraying Logan? Wasn't she and hadn't she already betrayed him? Dear god, life was complicated and it was nearly impossible to think as Alec moved inside her, filling her every need. As Alec's lips came to her and his tongue flicked against hers, she made her decision. She didn't give a fuck if she was betraying Logan anymore. Like Alec said, why plan for the future when it was so uncertain. All that mattered was that Alec was with her, inside her, tasting her and treating her.

The way his hand lightly caressed her face and his soft words 'go higher', made her heart leap. This is where she wanted to be, damn the consequences. And then she was screaming his name with so much force and yearning, he nearly let go then. Her moans and soft gasps were driving him insane. Before he had time to question it, before he censored himself, he whispered "I love you," into her ear. Her eyes grew wide and the realization hit him a moment after she crashed against him spent, his name on her lips. His pace sped up as he searched for his release and was gone, collapsing on top of her, still inside.

He didn't want to leave her, not yet, not ever. She felt so warm, smelled so wonderful, he didn't know exactly what to do. Max stroked his back and he thought he might be too much weight for her, as he began to move off of her, she pulled him back down. "No, stay," she said, quietly.

"If that's what you want." He smiled, rolling over, pulling her on top of him. "I think I like this position much better though." There was a hint of laughter in his eyes and his voice was so sweet and innocent that Max couldn't help but laugh.

"You're incredible, you know that!?" She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose.

"I try." He breathed and then let his fingers run through her hair when she rested her head on his chest over his heart.